Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

"It seems like today is your worst day of luck. The tunnel you finally found turned out to be a dead end." The golden-robed knight hid behind the two shield bearers and faced the two shield-bearers who were also blocked at the end of the tunnel. Ian said from behind the shield bearer.

Originally, he was heartbroken when his subordinates reported to him the news that all the enemies in the Stranger Temple had fled into the tunnel, but what he didn't expect was that this tunnel turned out to be a dead end, and he caught up with his opponents here. .

"On the contrary, I think this is my luckiest day," Ian turned around. "In contrast, you are really unlucky to come here."

"Really? There are only 7 people around you, and I have 70. Come and tell me, how are you going to make me unlucky in this narrow tunnel?" Although the knight in gold robe knew that the other party was just talking about it, he still mentioned it a little bit. alert.

"It's not important, my friend, it's almost dawn outside, how about I treat you to breakfast?" Ian said with a smile.

"Outside?" The vigilance in the golden robe knight's heart became stronger. He gave up the idea of ​​interrogating the opponent and directly waved the order to attack. He was worried that his villain would die from talking too much.

Soon, the gold-robed knights passed by the golden-robed knights standing in front, five in a row, pointing toward the hammers and spears, and began to press in the direction of Ian.

However, as soon as they took a few steps, many people leaning against the wall tripped over the jars on the ground, which attracted the attention of the knight in gold robes. He just turned his eyes to the wall, but suddenly found that the player who had become the turtle in the urn actually pushed open a stone door from where he originally thought it was the stone wall.

Those guys quickly passed through the stone door, and at the end they threw a torch into the tunnel and closed the stone door again.

The last thing the knight in gold heard was the voice of the knight in white armor: "Try the canned fruit of Count Rossart. I hope you like it."

Then green light covered his vision.

Entering the meeting hall of the Red Keep, stepping on the Myr carpet laid in the meeting hall, Lord Petyr Baelish pulled out a chair and sat down.

He was short in stature, but quite handsome in appearance. His gray-green eyes looked at the fat bald man sitting opposite him with a cunning light.

"Don't look, it's just the two of us today," Varys said with a smile. "Grandmaester Pycelle is unwell, Lord Renly prefers the ball to the council, Prince Stannis has returned to Dragonstone, and His Majesty the King He went north and took away half of the palace and the remaining half of the Royal Council."

"So, why did you come to see me today?" Petyr stopped sitting at the table and walked to the corner of the room, where there was a wooden screen from the Summer Islands with carvings on it. There are hundreds of lifelike and colorful rare birds and animals.

"What else can an intelligence chief do to find a finance minister?" Varys looked at Baelish meaningfully.

"Oh, seven hells, don't tell me you want money." Petyr gently touched the exquisite tapestries from Norvos, Qohor and Lys hanging on the wall, "Look at these, This is all money, and our king knows how to spend money."

"This is not something a good finance minister should say." Wallis joked.

"Okay," Petyr spread his hands, "I guess you are gathering a group of assassins to deal with the two children."

"It's two young dragons," Varys corrected. "I asked our dear Lord about this, and he told me, 'I will kill every Targaryen with my own hands. Kill them all. I will Tell them to die clean and clean like dragons and piss on their graves,' is what he said."

"Great, let me go ahead and guess, this is a big expense, right?"

"It's very big," Varys nodded, "but compared with the debt of the national treasury, it's not worth mentioning. I only need two thousand gold dragons. You can get it from the generous Lord Tywin, Lord Tyrell or Bravo." It’s easy to get such a small amount of money from Si’s iron bank.”

"You will get what you want," Petyr did not refuse. "I just hope you can handle all this. Is there anything else?"

"Yes," the eunuch nodded, "last night, there was a fierce conflict in Flea Bottom. A total of more than forty corpses were placed outside an abandoned underground church."

"It's very interesting, but you should report these things to our Minister of Justice, Lord Renly. If he hadn't already gone to the Tyrell family's ball, of course, he wouldn't be interested in these things even if he didn't go to the ball. He is the Minister of Law." The minister's position is only nominal, and this kind of matter is usually handled by Lord Arryn. But now, Lord Arryn is no longer here." Petyr showed no interest.

"Half of them are gold robes," Varys added.

"Oh?" This time, Petyr became interested, "What happened?"

"You didn't get any information at all?" Varys glanced meaningfully at this colleague who would not lose too much to him in the King's Landing Information Network.

"What's the news?" Petyr frowned, "Flea Bottom, is the Golden Robe related to the younger brother of Janos (the Commander-in-Chief of the Golden Robe)'s mistress?"

Petyr remembered that guy. Although he became the captain of the golden robe team through connections, his fighting ability was amazing and he quickly won the hearts of his subordinates.

Not long after, the captain of his brigade got drunk and fell off the city wall to his death, so Genos took advantage of the situation and asked him to fill the vacancy.

"If I remember correctly, that guy took the initiative to apply to go to Flea Bottom during Lord Arryn's funeral," Petyr added.

"There is no doubt that it is related to him. According to the golden robes still left in Flea Bottom, their captain chased into the tunnel in the Stranger's Temple. Then he never came back," Varys said.

"That tunnel doesn't lead to the dragon's lair, right?"

"So, you also heard about the explosion in Dragon's Lair early this morning?"

"The prostitute who was picking up clients there claimed that the fire was green. I thought it was just a drunken client who accidentally lit the wildfire jar buried in the dragon's lair by the Mad King's pyromancer Count Rossart. Is there any other information? "

"According to what the remaining golden robes said, their captain promised them that this operation will make them a big fortune. Because in this King's Landing city, everything that makes a fortune is related to you, so I just thought about it. Let me ask you if you know the inside story of this matter."

"Unfortunately, I don't know anything about it, so obviously something happened in this King's Landing that you and I don't know about."

"There are so many things that I don't know about in this city of King's Landing." Varys smiled and shook his head, rejecting the high hat offered by his little finger, "For example, I don't know how Lord Arryn died. "

"Thank you for your story," Petyr's expression remained unchanged, and he did not respond to Varys' last probing words. "I will try to check it out. If I find anything, I will share it with you as soon as possible."

After saying that, Petyr bowed and left with a trademark smile on his face.